In the sleepy town of London, nestled between the rolling hills of the countryside, a peculiar phenomenon occurred on a sunny May morning. Boris, a wizard with hair that resembled a bird's nest, was known for his unpredictable magic. As Theresa, a large stork, swooped down to gather breakfast from the town's bustling market, Boris pointed his wand and uttered a mystifying incantation.
The next moment, Theresa found herself transformed into a human politician, dressed in a crisp business suit and high heels. The townspeople gasped in amazement as the former stork, now known as Prime Minister, stumbled to find her footing on two unsteady legs.
As Theresa navigated her new human form, she discovered a surprising passion for dancing.
The rhythmic beats and lively melodies resonated deep within her, and she longed to move her body to the music. However, her stork instincts and gangly limbs made every attempt at dancing a clumsy, awkward affair. Needless to say, this was quite problematic.
Theresa's feet tapped out of time, her arms flapped wildly, and her hips swiveled in ways that seemed to defy human anatomy. The townspeople, who had initially been delighted by her transformation, couldn't help but giggle at her misadventures. The former stork's dignity suffered with each failed attempt at a graceful pirouette or a smooth hip swivel.
One day, as Theresa sat in her office, feeling defeated and demoralized, a gentle knock on the door interrupted her despair. It was Boris, the wizard, who had come to offer his assistance. He noticed Theresa's downcast expression and inquired about the source of her misery.
Theresa confided in Boris, sharing her frustration with her newfound love for dancing and her inability to perform it with grace. Boris nodded sympathetically, his wild hair bobbing in agreement. He produced a small, gleaming CD from his pocket and slid it into Theresa's computer.
The opening notes of ABBA's "Dancing Queen" filled the room. Theresa's face lit up.
Boris told her to bust a move.
She couldn't resist. At first, her movements were somewhat stork-like, but with every second of ABBA's Dancing Queen her new "Jamiroquai power" grew.
Within ten seconds, she was moonwalking.
The townspeople applauded as she danced through the streets, her political duties forgotten.
What are you waiting for, peasant? Pay homage to the Dancing Queen!